Yunii.....
A twelve-years-old girls with dreams bigger than the fields that stretched beyond her home. She was gentle yet determined, kind yet fearless, and carried a quiet confidence that made everyone in her village notice her—not for her beauty, but for the warmth in her heart and the spark in her eyes. She had a sharp mind, a hardworking spirit, and a laughter that could brighten the dullest day.
Her family lived in a modest but lively house, surrounded by vast green fields, orchards heavy with fruits, and grazing cattle. Her father would head to the fields at sunrise, ploughing the soil or tending to the crops, while her mother milked the buffaloes, collected eggs, and prepared breakfast for the family. Yuni often helped her mother in the kitchen, chopping vegetables, kneading dough, or carrying baskets of fresh produce from the farm.
Yuni had an elder brother Aries, sixteen years old, who was protective of her yet often teased her playfully. He helped their father in the fields and sometimes took Yuni along on small errands to the market, teaching her lessons in responsibility and the ways of the world beyond the village. Despite their differences in age, the two shared a close bond, laughing together during their chores or sneaking bites of sweet mangoes from the orchard.
School was another part of Yuni's life where she shone. She was bright and talented in everything she tried—excellent in mathematics, quick to grasp new lessons, and always eager to participate in class. She had a natural talent for dancing and singing, often performing in school events and impressing her teachers and classmates. Her handwriting was neat and beautiful, making even simple homework seem special. She also enjoyed sports, running with energy and enthusiasm during games and competitions. Though humble, Yuni quietly took pride in her abilities, knowing that hard work and passion made every skill hers to keep.
Life in the village was simple, yet every day carried its own magic. Children played under the shade of trees, making up games with sticks and stones, while women sang folk songs as they worked. The aroma of fresh bread, spices, and cooking over firewood filled the air, mingling with the earthy smell of soil after rain. Festivals brought bursts of colors and joy—women in bright saris, children with painted faces, and the entire community coming together for songs, dances, and feasts. Yuni loved these moments, the way the village seemed to pulse with happiness, and how everyone, young and old, shared in the celebrations.
In the evenings, before the rain came one day, Yuni and her brother would often run through the dusty lanes, playing tag with their friends. They laughed as they darted past the orchard, chasing each other and dodging low-hanging branches, their laughter echoing across the fields. Even simple games like racing to the old banyan tree or jumping over tiny streams brought immense joy. These playful moments were small treasures that made the rhythm of village life sweet and memorable.
One rainy afternoon, as the clouds poured down and water streamed along the paths, Yuni and her brother ran to cover the buffaloes. She laughed as the little streams of water soaked her clothes, and Lili, the playful calf, shook off the raindrops. The muddy earth beneath them formed little splashes with every step. Later, they sat under the thatched roof of their home, sipping warm milk while watching the rain turn the fields a vibrant green. Days like these reminded Yuni of the small joys in life—family, animals, and the beauty of nature's rhythms.
"Her little calf, Lili, watched her with playful eyes, always ready for the next adventure."
Her parents' life was not easy, but it was full of honesty, perseverance, and love. Her father, though stern, had a gentle side when he smiled at Yuni or told her stories under the starlit sky. Her mother, with her tireless hands, taught Yuni lessons in patience, kindness, and resourcefulness. Together, they had created a world where Yuni could grow safely, learning values that would stay with her forever.
Every corner of the village held a memory for Yuni—the dusty lanes she ran through as a child, the river where she learned to swim, the orchard where she first dreamed of a life beyond the hills. The village wasn't just her home; it was a place that shaped her dreams, nurtured her spirit, and taught her that life's beauty often lay in its simplest moments.
And yet, in the quiet of the nights, when the stars shimmered above and the world seemed to hold its breath, Yuni would close her eyes and wonder about what lay beyond the fields, the hills, and the familiar paths of her village. She didn't know it yet, but this peaceful life, full of laughter, love, and simplicity, would one day become a cherished memory she would long for.
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"Chapter 3 is done! Things are slowly unfolding—tell me in the comments what you think so far, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter !"